Aaaah...it's Saturday -- that magical day that doesn't hold the foreboding of Monday or the road rage of...every other day. Given the choice to do whatever I wanted for the rest of my life (if there weren't other humans to feed or chauffeur or to help maintain their social existence), I would choose to lie… Continue reading Book-Sloth Saturday
Husband: "Do you think the Hawks high-five each other after they make it through the hoop?" Me: "Yes, because I keep finding feathers on the bottom of my shoes." This was the conversation my husband and I had as we looked not at a bunch of freakishly tall people on our TV screen, but at… Continue reading Where I Avoid Explicatives While Talking About Rejection
Curse me *ahem* bless me readers, it's been almost SEVEN YEARS since my last blog post. Peeks out tentatively from behind folded hands. You might be thinking to yourself...Why post now? Who cares? What could you possibly have to say that we need to hear? And - She hasn't aged very well, has she? I… Continue reading On Writers Never Really Going Away, Even When They Do
Here's the situation: Barbara Walters recently swooped upon me in the form of a dream. At least, I hope it was a dream, because otherwise I have some serious home security issues to look into. At first, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden spotlight, and I thought maybe a guardian angel had (finally) come to call. But, when I heard the tell-tale lisping I… Continue reading Barbara Walters Made Me Write This Blog Post.